Go home and say goodbye forever

[ghostharasser]

Who: The Pines Family
What: The forest calls to them, they handle it like a normal family.
When: Early November
Where: The Pines house and then the forest probably
Warnings: panic attacks and mentions of ptsd, rest to be updated.


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[ghostharasser]

[He shakes his head for a moment, and keeps gasping while clutching at his chest. By now there are hot, horrified tears streaming down his face, but he seems to be trying to get a handle on it.]

[Finally he raises a finger up so he can at least tell them to give him a second. He needs to ride this out. The upset is too strong at he has to work it through his system. In the meantime, Alcaid flutters over to Stan once his fire is out (since Ford's hands are full of dead Dipper and science.)]

I-I don't- [His voice cracks despite his best efforts but he tries again.] I don't want to go-!

[cryptograms]

[ Oh... oh no. Ford actually doesn't freeze, but when his hands are full of science he's not able to do much more than stand there. Still, for the first time in his life he doesn't look happy to be on the verge of doing something reckless and chemistry-based. ]

Go where—

[ Wait, hold on, that's not important. ]

—Dipper, you don't have to go anywhere?

[ He's not worried he's going to be kicked out, is he? ]

[charlastan]

[Stan holds his hands out instinctively for Alcaid to flutter into, but that does sort of leave his hands full too. Maybe that's fine though? Maybe that's Alcaid asking him to give Dipper a minute, to not rush over and touch him right now.]

Yeah kid, you-- no one's going anywhere, alright?

[No one, not Dipper, not Ford. Not even Stan, no matter how many times on and off he's had his thoughts drift to the forest today.]

We're right here. So what's going on?

[ghostharasser]

It's the forest-

[He's had a few moments now, to try and calm down. He gets his breathing under control. His uncles are both here. The door behind him is shut. For now he can't hear the call.]

[At the same time, Dipper suddenly looks pained at the thought of explaining. If he says it out loud, won't that just set it in stone? And then as if that thought was enough to set him off again, he chokes on some horrible combination of a sob and a gasp. Finally, he realizes he has to say something or he might just fucking die fromt his.]

I-It's trying to call me.

[Like it did to Fel. Like it did to Beat. Like the ocean called to Stan. Like it called to him and Mabel in the end-]

[cryptograms]

[ Oh.

Ford is suddenly not so concerned about the fact that he's holding very hot objects in his hand. He sets them aside, directly onto one of the hallway tables they inherited along with the rest of the house.

He doesn't say anything immediately, however, glancing pointedly at Stan first. He's also been thinking about the forest today, though not so urgently as to send him into hysterics. But somehow, he thinks Dipper might take that worse than being the only one. ]

This started today?

[charlastan]

[Stan glances at Ford too - they haven't spoken directly about it much, but there's a reason Stan is playing lab partner today when he so rarely does. They've both needed the distraction.

In comes Ford with the practical, diagnostic questions - which isn't a bad thing. Someone has to ask them. But Stan has to think more on what he's going to say, since he has the power to screw it up extremely badly if he doesn't do it right. He's in silent agreement with Ford though. The waterworks will start again if he admits he's been thinking about it too.]

...Yeah, well. The forest can hold its horses, because you're not going anywhere without us.

[ghostharasser]

Yeah, I- [Another deep breath, he has a little more of his composure.] It was on my way to work. It's ...it's been with me all day, I can barely focus on anything.

[It's there now, he's just doing everything he can to ignore it. It's not compelling him out, yet, though, at least. For however long that will last.]

[Stan's words to take the wind out of him, though. Because ...well. Obviously he didn't want to go, but even more, he didn't want to go alone. He doesn't want to be the one to leave everyone behind this time. He didn't want this to happen again, not so soon.]

[He doesn't know if he can fight it, because eventually Fel couldn't and had to leave. Beat just completely seemed to lose himself entirely. He doesn't know what this will mean for him, but-]

[He holds his arms out, not unlike the time he did when he was much younger and distraught after his first death. Maybe if he holds onto them, then Stan's words will stay true.]

I don't want to go.

[cryptograms]

[ Stan doesn't say it out loud–hasn't said it out loud all day–but it's easy enough to draw the correct conclusion. That's all three of them feeling some strange calling to the forest. Obviously there's some sort of strange magical influence over them. Possibly fae, though likely not psionic since Ford is feeling it too.

None of which matters in the face of Dipper so plaintively reaching out to both of them like that. Ford steps forward, unhesitating, sliding one (still gloved, still warm hand) around Dipper's shoulders. He doesn't go into the full hug until Stan moves in as well. Until then... ]

I suppose we could try locking ourselves in the the basement until it passes...?

[charlastan]

It's okay, kid. You're not going anywhere.

[Of course Stan goes in for the hug. He can be a stubborn old man sometimes, but he's never going to turn it down when Dipper is actively reaching out to him. It turns into one big group hug.]

That's not gonna work, Poindexter. We'd have to lock it from the outside somehow, and all of us are too good at getting out of locked rooms anyway.

[They should really have a contest one day, to see who can do it the fastest. But right now, in Stan and Ford's hug, Dipper himself is not going anywhere - just as promised.]